Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Afghanistan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Quadrant to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cowsills,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hoover,
Von Mondo,
Ronnie Foster,
The Litter,
Khruangbin,
Thompson Twins,
Soul II Soul,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pylon,
The Skatalites,
Brick,
Bobby Sherman,
Basic Channel,
Gerry Rafferty,
PIL,
Surgeon,
Guru Guru,
June Days,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Grass Roots,
World's Most,
Procol Harum,
Tubeway Army,
The Fortunes,
Black Bananas,
Circle Jerks,
Joey Negro,
Fugazi,
Donald Byrd,
Desert Stars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Vogues,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Groovy Waters,
Blossom Toes,
Anakelly,
Porter Ricks,
Heaven 17,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Move,
Godley & Creme,
LL Cool J,
Moby Grape,
Deepchord,
Janne Schatter,
Franke,
Funkadelic,
Faraquet,
Marcia Griffiths,
10cc,
The Divine Comedy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Model 500,
Dark Day,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eddi Front,
Ronan,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.